Smile for me? prt. 2

NorwayXReader
By-zackyadvenger
*Please excuse the spelling and grammar mistakes.
**Tell me what you think!
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Tossing a rock into the pond, I sighed. Yeah, it was cold, but I didn't really care. I was too hurt and disappointed feel anything. Who was she? And why the hell do I care so much?! It wasn't like I like him or anything! I just wanted to ask him a question. That's all....

More tears leaked their way out, causing me to sniffle a bit. I don't like him....do I? Pulling my knees close, I hid my face from the world. "Why am I so stupid?"

"You're not stupid, dummy."

I nearly jumped out my skin as I quickly stood up and faced Norway. "I-uh-wh-where did you come from?" I asked, blushing slightly. Well, this could have went better, the one person I don't want to see, is seeing me cry. Wonderful.

"I was looking for you." He stated, handing me a tissue. I took it and turned away from him. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just leave me alone." I muttered.

"I don't think it's nothing. Your a strong person (name), something must have happened."

"It has nothing to do with you," Lies. "Just leave me alone."

We stood there for a minute, not saying a word. Finally, he muttered something i couldn't hear. Confused, I glanced back seeing a slight blush gracing his cheeks. I have to admit, it looked cute on him.

"What did you say?"

"I-I said that...Ugh, this is stupid. If you need help tell me okay, if someone is picking on you, I'll choke them." He growled, crossing his arms over his chest. "You shouldn't be out here crying alone in the cold. Crying is bad enough as it is."

Blinking, I nodded. He's sudden mood change alarmed me as well as confuse me. He's always been so...I don't know, reserved and unspoken. But now, he was flustered and annoyed, what's his deal? My heart fluttered, he was worried about me? No, I'm getting my hopes up on this one. There's no way he could be worried about me when he had such a pretty girl.

"Thanks Norway. Anyway, what did you want me for?"

My question caught him off guard, putting him back in his emotionless state. For a moment, he thought his words through, pondering a little. "I wanted to let you know that a....close friend...will be staying here with us for a while."

Oh hell no. "That's cool. She can have my room. Because I'm going home." Lifting up my bag, I swung it over my shoulder and turned away. "I might see ya around. Tell Emil I'm not going to be able to make it to the Christmas party."

"But...(name)...what's wrong?" Norway asked grabbing my hand.

I glanced down at our entwined fingers. My face heated as many thoughts came to mind. Pulling away, I shoved my hands in my pockets, hiding behind my hood. There was no way I could tell him, I should at least keep some dignity at least.

"Nothing. I just want to be alone. That's all, bye Nor."

"You will be coming back, right?"

I shrugged and sulked away. Some time to myself would do a whole lot of good, gives me sometime to think. I did like him, a lot....so much...that it hurts. Damn it all! I'm growing soft!!!
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"Hey Norway!" Faroe cheered jumping up from the chair. Her blue eyes sparkled as she came up to him. "You'll never guess what! Finny is making me a Santa dress! Isn't that wonderful?!"

He sighed and nodded, looking almost miserable. Hanging up his coat, he teetered over to the couch and fell face first into the pillows. Depression overcoming his will to do anything anymore. Seeing this, Faroe stood beside him, crouching down to pat his head.

"Dear brother, where is this woman you were telling me so much about?"

"She went home." He muffled.

"WHAT?! But I wanted to meet her!" Sitting on her brothers back, she yanked as his hair. "Go get her!"

Twitching, he knocked her off. "Will you stop, I can't. She made up her mind, nothing I say can or will change anything."

"But..you like her, don't you?"

Like is a weak word, it means you don't really know what you want. But he was sure what he wanted, so he expressed this feeling with another word. A stronger word, one that means more than just...Like. "I love her...sister."